Monday, 12/14/2009 - 4:26 p.m.
I haven't had a lot to say this past week.
The Dysfunctional Xmas is this coming weekend and I'm not stressing even a little over it. I haven't attempted to go out into the holiday madness yet, either, to buy presents so maybe that's why I'm still calm.
I called my mother last Tuesday to discuss Xmas with her, got the answering machine and left a message. I called again on Wednesday, got the machine, left a message. By Thursday I was a little concerned because she's really good at returning my calls. So I called again, got the machine, left a message, and then immediately called Tattoo. He lives 6 blocks from her and asked me if I wanted him to run over there and check on her. Hell yes, go check on her. She's had a cold going on 3 weeks now and won't let me take her to my doctor so yes, go check on her, I said. She calls about 15 minutes later:
The Queen: Hey, honey, your brother just showed up and said you asked him to check on me.
DC and I are doing better than alright, as well. His alter dominant ego popped up last week and stuck around for a couple of days. So I got my subby-hurty-smacky time like I needed. The Boy will be here next week for Xmas and I'll get some more then, too. Yay me!
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